Can't talk shit about a BOSS...

I hate beef.

Not the edible kind of beef, cows are delicious.

I'm talking about rapper beef. It's usually ridiculous, and always fabricated to sell records.

Those are rappers though. They're too dumb to know any better.

BUT

PRODUCER BEEF?!

Unpossible! Bring it.

Timbaland - Give It To Me (featuring Nelly Furtado & Justin Timberlake)


This whole track is actually a diss record. Nelly Furtado calling out Fergie, and Jay Timbo slamming Prince. I'm gonna let that ridiculousness marinate for a little while.

But then cut ahead to Timbaland's verse, and he drops this:

when timbo is in the party everbody put up their hands
I get a half a mill for my beats you get a couple grand-d-d-d-d
never gonna see the day that I ain't got the upper hand
I'm respected from californ.i.a. way down to japan
I'm a real producer and you just the piano man
your song gonna top the charts, I heard em, I'm not a fan-n-n-n-n
(like said before...you know what they say here)....
talkin greasy im the one that gave them they chance
somebody need to tell em they can't do it like I can

What's that? Timbaland got beef too? It gets better...

Scott Storch - Built Like That (ft. Nox)


You heard it muhfuggin' right.

SCOTT STORCH AND TIMBALAND GOT BEEF.

Now I realize that the Timbaland joint's been around for a couple months, and that the beef supposedly popped off when Scotty got salty about not getting credit for his work on Cry Me A River (how's that for irony?) and started running his mouth.

The only reason I sat on it was because a few weeks after Give It To Me started making the blog rounds, word was Scotty put in work to up his rap game and get back at Timbaland. I wanted to do the thing proper, diss for diss.

Clearly, my man Scotty succeeded. Check that flow - impeccable. And the high-dolla production value on that video, what is that, like a Sony HandyCam? Oh, and Mike Epps. MIKE EPPS.

SS also signed Magoo to his label - don't tell me y'all forgot about Magoo?

I mean, both of the beats are halfway decent, but these two idiots ruined them by deciding that they could rap.

Just when I think rap can't get any more entertaining, this shit goes off.

Oh, and if you're having trouble deciding who to rep, I got eight words for you:

Five hundred a track? WHERE YA BUGATTI AT?!